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It all happened so fast. The flash of blonde hair, the twinkle of blue eyes. I thought I was dreaming, maybe one of the trainee's slipped something in my drink. But I wasn't.

I don't remember the last time I ran that fast. The last time my feet carried me so quickly. I just needed that reassurance that this was in fact real life. "Madge!" I shouted her name as loud as I could. I wasn't going to let her get away again. "Madge Undersee!"

She turned around slowly, her eyes scanning the area from which my voice came to see if she could recognize anyone. Her eyes met mine, if only for a moment. I felt my heart leap into my throat, they were still crystal blue, still perfect and clear. But then she looked away and shrugged, as if it had only been the wind.

Couldn't she recognize me? I mean I know we weren't entirely friends, but I thought she was dead… and now I knew it was her. She turned at her name. Her hair still tumbled down her shoulders in gentle curls. Her skin still a creamy pale, soft scars from the war in scattered places.

"Undersee!" I call again, and this time she pauses in her step. Still, she looks around, but it's not long until I catch up to her. "Madge," I breathe out when her eyes reach mine again. "I can't… I can't believe… it's so good to see you! I don't…"

"I'm sorry?" she says softly, her eyes knitting in confusion. "Do I know you?"

Now it's my turn to look confused. "It's me… Gale. Gale Hawthorne?" She nibbles on her lip and studies my features intently. "I lived in District 12, I sold strawberries to your family…"

But I see it in her eyes, the lack of recognition. She could play it off like the war had gotten her confused, but she didn't. She just shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't remember you." The mayor's daughter began to walk once more, leaving me trailing behind her.

I had spent night after night having nightmares about this girl. This uppity rich princess who had everything she wanted. About her burning to death. About her screaming and writhing in agony when the bombs fell. And now she's here, alive, and she expects to just walk away from me?

"We watched the Games together!" I shout after her. "When Katniss and Peeta went in! What do you mean you don't remember me?"

"Listen," she says quietly, turning to look at me again. "I moved to District 2 for a reason, so things like this wouldn't happen." She shakes her head and her hand through her silky hair. "My life in District 12… it's something I don't want to talk about. If I knew you, I'm sorry, but I'm not that person anymore."

"If you knew me? Madge you brought me morphling…"

"I don't remember you!" she shouts forcefully, throwing her hands in the air. "I don't remember anyone!"